On little boys, herding cats and too many sweets

I spent a few happy hours on Saturday taking Sam and six of his mates to the cinema for Sam's birthday treat. I didn't manage to lose any of them, in spite of their very best efforts. Every few seconds they seemed to perform a co-ordinated "bomb burst" maneouvre - the phrase "herding cats" springs readily to mind.

I"m pleased to report, however, that I managed to make two of them sick by taking an overly relaxed approach to the number of sweets they were allowed to eat. Bertie threw up on the station platform after turning several different shades of green and white. Harvey saved it until he got home, which is technically out of my control: his mother reported that it was mainly chocolate based.

I suggest that you don't bother to see Arthur and the Invisibles – load of old tripe!